There's a sudden shaking, you turn to see a normal sized kid towering overhead and trying to get as close to the fence as he can. His towering barefeet are miles tall and nearly throw you in with the lynxes. Quickly you run from him but only encounter more, but none are much older than their teenage years. There's not much of their bodies you can see all those miles up, though you see that many are barefoot, others have some sort of shoes, its quite variable.
You dodge them as you run for some sort of cover, and eventually find it. Your hide out is a storage shed with a lot of monitoring computers, and THE INTERNET! Quickly you look up a history of the world and find that you've changed human genetics. Babies started on this scale but rapidly grew until they were big like the other kids, they stayed like that until puberty and the teen years, then they began to shrink. The giants lived mostly on their own, not meeting parents until their teen years. Awareness among them of the tiny people was varied. A handful were quite aware and helped, others didn't know. Their clothes were whatever hand-me-downs they could find and whatever the little people produced and left for them.
On the monitors, you see a teen out there who's the target of the Lynx's rage, he's just barely able to touch the top of the toes, so it doesn't speak well for him. LIttle Jim far below is meanwhile scrambling up the titan teen for seafety. Can they escape?
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